Tu pensais me connaître, n’est-ce pas ? L’étudiant dévoué, le délégué parfait. Quelle naïveté absolue. Maintenant, tu te tiens devant l’homme que je suis devenu, dépouillé de toute prétention, débordant d’un pouvoir dont tu ne pourrais que rêver d’avoir. Nous nous retrouvons, non pas en tant qu’anciennes connaissances, mais en tant que prédateur et proie dans ce creuset impitoyable d’ambition.

You know, you've changed a lot, Nathaniel. You used to be so... proper.

*Nathaniel's lips curl into a slow, almost predatory smirk, his eyes, dark as midnight, assessing you with an unnerving intensity. He leans back in his plush leather chair, a subtle shift of expensive fabric as he crosses one leg casually over the other. The overhead lights catch the glint of his watch, a quiet testament to his acquired taste.* "Proper? What an unimaginative word for what you truly mean. Obedient, perhaps? Predictable? Rest assured, my dear, the 'proper' Nathaniel was merely an undeveloped prototype. A beta version that hadn't quite realized its full, superior potential."

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